Title: Puddlemere United vs Holyhead Harpies Date: September 24, 1998 Time of Day: 9:30 pm Characters: George Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Katie Bell Location: Ilkley Moor Status: Semi Public/ DND Completion: Incomplete (place marker)
"Sorry, Charlie," George grinned, pocketing the small change from his brother and collecting a few larger coins from the grumbling patrons around them. They would learn quickly to leave their pocket books at home, now that George had season Harpies tickets. George knew time was money, which was why the stakes were high that evening; he had to make his winnings as quickly as possible before the other season regulars learned to avoid his bookings
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Charlie shook his head. "I still can't believe that Puddlemere lost again. What in Merlin's name is happening this season?" he said as he followed George down the stairs. His left leg, which had been stomped on by a swamp troll the week before, still felt a bit sore, and he had to walk slower than usual. "You know what? I think their manager needs to be fired. If I were the manager, I'd definitely have had Wood on the pitch from the beginning. That Trevor Morrison guy is no good, no good at all. And I don't care that he's Julius Morrison's cousin or whatever- Wood is better, that's all."
He noticed that George was not heading towards the exit, and frowned. "And...where exactly are we going now?"
"Go, go Gryffindor?" he shot back at his brother. George didn't even stop as he turned right, toward the lockers, rather than left, toward the exist.
Charlie didn't have a hard time catching up, however, even with his injuries. Room to walk was becoming less and less profuse as the Weasley brothers neared the changing rooms for the two teams. Though still early in the season, there were tens of fans, new, old, young, ancient, giddy and bored waiting for the teams to exit the stadium. Though they probably didn't stand a chance to be noticed, George thought it fun to try just the same. After all, he had been an old teammate of both Wood and Bell.
"Thought we might try for a reunion... you wait here, I'll try and slip just up there. I'll give a shout."
"You wh- Hey! Wait! George-" Before Charlie had the time to react, George was already gone. Charlie tried to find him again among the crowd of fans, but in vain. He heaved a deep sigh and, rolling his eyes, left to a quieter part of the corridor. Had he been a few years younger, maybe he would have wanted to join the queue outside for a chance to get his own autograph. But he was too old for this now, and especially tonight, he felt way too tired. So he decided to wait for his brother to finish whatever he was planning - whenever the twins had an idea, there was absolutely no way to stop them... and even without Fred, George seemed to have kept that trait.
Pushing through several younger and shorter fans, George situated himself near enough to the front line for his voice to carry and his face to be seen. Crowded elbows to the stomach and trampling of his overly large feet were to be expected. The fun and rush of adrenaline George felt were not, but the excitement surfaced nonetheless. For a brief moment, it was as if things were back to normal; Fred at his side and two ears instead of one, full of energy and ready for action
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Charlie shook his head. "I still can't believe that Puddlemere lost again. What in Merlin's name is happening this season?" he said as he followed George down the stairs. His left leg, which had been stomped on by a swamp troll the week before, still felt a bit sore, and he had to walk slower than usual. "You know what? I think their manager needs to be fired. If I were the manager, I'd definitely have had Wood on the pitch from the beginning. That Trevor Morrison guy is no good, no good at all. And I don't care that he's Julius Morrison's cousin or whatever- Wood is better, that's all."
He noticed that George was not heading towards the exit, and frowned. "And...where exactly are we going now?"
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Charlie didn't have a hard time catching up, however, even with his injuries. Room to walk was becoming less and less profuse as the Weasley brothers neared the changing rooms for the two teams. Though still early in the season, there were tens of fans, new, old, young, ancient, giddy and bored waiting for the teams to exit the stadium. Though they probably didn't stand a chance to be noticed, George thought it fun to try just the same. After all, he had been an old teammate of both Wood and Bell.
"Thought we might try for a reunion... you wait here, I'll try and slip just up there. I'll give a shout."
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"You wh- Hey! Wait! George-" Before Charlie had the time to react, George was already gone. Charlie tried to find him again among the crowd of fans, but in vain. He heaved a deep sigh and, rolling his eyes, left to a quieter part of the corridor. Had he been a few years younger, maybe he would have wanted to join the queue outside for a chance to get his own autograph. But he was too old for this now, and especially tonight, he felt way too tired. So he decided to wait for his brother to finish whatever he was planning - whenever the twins had an idea, there was absolutely no way to stop them... and even without Fred, George seemed to have kept that trait.
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